
Above The Law Rick Ross, Meek Mill, Teyana Taylor & DJ Khaled
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[Intro: DJ Khaled]
Rozay, Meek Milly and Billy
Too Good To Be True
Another One
Maybach Music
[Chorus: Teyana Taylor]
I'm so high, cheers to the sky
I come alive in the night
Them flashin' red and blue lights
They watchin', waitin' on a shootin' star
But ain't no stoppin' the untouchables
We above the law
We above the law
We above the law
[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
Demons in my cell, it's just me, all alone
Takin' everythin' to trial, nigga, we goin' home
I was taught by OGs to never speak on the phone
So postin' guns on the internet, we don't condone
It's like snitchin' on yoursеlf
Doin' crimes on the camera, you likе a witness to yourself
This new Louis came from Virgil, this white drippin' on my belt
For all them times was in them trenches, had to whip it up myself
Try and get it back, nigga, we gon' let it stack (Stack)
Never pullin' over for the law in a pack (Pack)
I remember times sellin' dimes to get a check
Nowadays, the only time we doin' time is a Patek
Run my check, nigga
Rozay, Meek Milly and Billy
Too Good To Be True
Another One
Maybach Music
[Chorus: Teyana Taylor]
I'm so high, cheers to the sky
I come alive in the night
Them flashin' red and blue lights
They watchin', waitin' on a shootin' star
But ain't no stoppin' the untouchables
We above the law
We above the law
We above the law
[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
Demons in my cell, it's just me, all alone
Takin' everythin' to trial, nigga, we goin' home
I was taught by OGs to never speak on the phone
So postin' guns on the internet, we don't condone
It's like snitchin' on yoursеlf
Doin' crimes on the camera, you likе a witness to yourself
This new Louis came from Virgil, this white drippin' on my belt
For all them times was in them trenches, had to whip it up myself
Try and get it back, nigga, we gon' let it stack (Stack)
Never pullin' over for the law in a pack (Pack)
I remember times sellin' dimes to get a check
Nowadays, the only time we doin' time is a Patek
Run my check, nigga
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